User blog comment:Hollyfire53/Squirrel Wars/@comment-1884658-20100724182918

Suddenly, a knife buries itself in Maulblade's shoulder. "Well, I see you fergot the Wild One. Well, I don't like bein' forgotten, ye ken? An' Awavian, I resent that comment about only Taggerungs catchin' thrown knives. I know some braw beasties what can catch knives like they was balls. Any'ow, don't stress yerself, I cin take care of this little lot, eh? An leave Razgath ter me if yer please." I sling several stones at Maul's head, then draw my dirk and charge him.